Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovakia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Warsaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.